Y/N's P.O.V.
"HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH!"
"Bless you babe," I said, "I can't believe they're making you do the concert."
He blew his nose and then threw it away. He got back into bed right after.
"It's alright it's partly the fact that we don't want to disappoint any fans," he told me.
"Yea I know Aus, but can't you cancel just one concert? They won't be mad at you."
"I don't know," he said and then coughed the nasty coughs he has been coughing all morning.
I winced at how they sounded and I just wanted to cry at the sight if his hands flying up to his throat.
"It hurts doesn't it," I asked.
Austin started tearing up, "My everything hurts."
I sighed and checked his forehead for the obvious fever he had. His forehead was burning up.
"Austin you're burning up," I exclaimed.
"I don't feel good," he said, tears still running down his cheeks, "I want my mom."
I nodded and went to his door, opening it and yelling, "Mama!"
"Yes y/n?!"
"Austin wants you!"
"I'll be up!"
You closed the door and sure enough a few minutes later Mama was up in his room with an extra box of tissues in her hand.
"Mom," Austin cried and then coughed even harder than he had.
"Aww my little baby, it sounds like it's getting worse," Mama cooed as she came over to Austin.
She put his hand on his forehead as he turned red from coughing so hard.
"Y/n can you give me the thermometer," Mama asked.
I handed her the thermometer and she stuck it in Austin's ear making him yelp in pain.
"I'm sorry," Mama said.
Tears started falling down his cheeks again.
"Calm down baby just try to calm down."
He stopped crying, but the short hiccups afterwards still possessed him. (I hate those fuckn hiccups with a passion😤) His breath started hitching and he stifled the first two as he waited for his mom to pull out the thermometer.
As soon as he was sure he wasn't going to yank it, he brought his hands up to his face.
"HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSHH! HEPSH! HUH'PSH!"
"Bless you," Mama said.
Austin fell back exhaustedly, looking weak and sick as a dog. He moaned as Mama put the thermometer back in his ear. It came to a conclusion on his temperature and Mama pulled it out and read it.
"102.7," she told us.
Austin's eyes closed and he opened them back up quickly, only for them to close slowly again.
"It's ok Austin you need your rest," Mama said and pulled the blankets up to his chin.
She kissed his cheek and then walked towards the door.
"Come get me if something happens or he want me again," she said and then walked out and closed the door behind her.
I watched Austin sleep, or try to sleep. After a couple of minutes his glossy eyes flashed back open in time for his breath to start hitching again. Even the short breaths were too much for his weak body and I knew he couldn't cover himself so I grabbed a tissue and held it over his mouth and nose.
"PSH! HUH'PSH! HUH'PSH! HUH-HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH! HEPSH! HUH'PSHOO! HUH'PSHOO! HEPSHOO!"
"Bless you babe," I said.
He groaned again.
"Your body won't even let you rest will it?"
He shook his head feebly and then coughed into the crook of his arm. He turned bright red again from the force of the coughs.
"Alright that's it I'm gonna tell Mama to call the doctor."
I rushed downstairs to Austin's protest, not noticing him follow me down the stairs.
"Mama we need to call a doctor," I said.
She didn't even have time to respond before we heard a huge thud at the bottom of the stairs. We rushed over to see Austin on the bottom stair, eyes shut.
"Rocco," Mama cried.
Rocco came over and his eyes got really big.
"What happened," he asked.
"We heard a thud and ran over here."
Rocco picked Austin up in his arms and carried him up to his bed. He placed him in it and told Mama to call the doctor. She did and about an hour later Austin had been diagnosed with a really bad flu, a really bad case of strep, and a slight respiratory infection.
The doctor left and Mama looked at Rocco, "Rocco."
"Cancel the concert."
We did so and all threw of us take care of him for the next two weeks that he was ill.
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Thx for reading :)
*Warning* Long A/N
Next up: Sick Bieber and Part 7
A/N: Really upset that Officer Wilson faces nothing for killing Michael Brown😤😤 like really bruh? Ok so now it's alright to kill black people?
I swear if anyone says something like "He was armed or tried to reach for his gun" I'm going to stab them with my fucking pencil cuz even if that had happens why the fuck would u shoot him 7 damn times like bruh no😤😤
Be peaceful?! Wilson wasn't peaceful when he shot Michael Brown! Stop throwing shit?! Wilson didn't stop shooting now did he?!
Now what will I tell my future kids?! That they can't fucking wear a hood when his white friend can?! That he has to watch out because they have a higher chance of getting shot than his white friend?! And they say we aren't racist smh😠
Ok sry jus had to rant real quick because it pisses me off to the highest extent
But that new Daresundays tho😉😍
And bae (Jaidon fucking Domenic Matthew Brooks) tho😍😍😘😘
Thx again lovelies :)
